bestie @alliezarin delivers once again and I am ridiculously grateful~ 🥹
Hilarious, how I was the first to com her because of my incessant badgering on twithole, and now I'm the first to switch fandoms on her since my interests shifted.
Allie has so fucking perfectly drew my Date Everything! Homeowner MC, June and her many expressions. From super happy, to down right miserable, and to being cornered in the closet by Trap Dorian 🤭 The cherry on top is the one with Dorian, so there could a shot of them together to show off that size difference 😌👌 ~
Little facts about her:
Birthday: 06/06 (canon)
Height: 5'8"/172cm (a foot shorter than Dorian)
She's Demi, both sexually & romantic (as is Dorian in my HC's). She gets immediately turned off when someone comes on too strong and it completely screws her view of that someone.
She's fucking BLIND. Has strong prescription glasses (that I have an OC for) but her prescription is also put into the Dateviators (thanks to prescription glasses OC)
Both of her parents died before the events of the game in the "stupidest car crash known to man". Which drove her into a deep depressive spell because she was very close with her parents. The Dateviators are the final miracle to get her life back to normal.
She had a deep attachment to her doors before the Dateviators, with habits of hugging the doors, hiding in the door frames and leaning against the closed door/door frame like a wall. This did not stop when the Dateviators came, in fact, only made her habits worse. Gratefully, Dorian braces all of her habits with pride.
Best Object Friends: Dorian (of course), Tina, Walter (object OC), Barry, Betty, Sunny (object OC), Beverly, Freddy, Stefan, Abel, Dasha, Mac, Eddie & Volt
Extremely biased towards the Kitchen Crew.
Office Crew and Bathroom Crew come in second together.
Dresses more preppy and adores all things femme, but depression makes laundry hard as fuck (Hence, red shirt~).
more textposts. these arent all that great and I didnt put much thought into them but I still wanted to post something. so. Here you go. Enjoy the textpostslop
A different kind of bullshit than what Reggie was used to. Sure, he loved his little 'gossips', as Skylar called them--he'd rolled his eyes at the term. It made him sound as frilly and pompous as the candelabra in the dining room. Please. Reggie wasn't dumb, he was aware he liked talking shit, hell, he lived for hate, but stupid rumors weren't his thing.
Bullshit he was used to was the kind of bullshit that came with hatred. He'd tell Skylar often that her chipper way of speaking was bullshit. He'd snicker at the bullshit that came with the flickering of light even though Mister Suave at the breaker box claimed things to be nothing short of perfect.
Bullshit. But it was harmless. Something to giggle at and move on. Hate was like a joke, in a way. The bullshit had a punchline.
But this was some real bullshit.
He'd been lounging around the house, tapping on the table in the kitchen in annoyance. It'd been months and not once had you gotten a single object to hate you. He hadn't been summoned once. It irked him. Nobody's perfect. Nobody clicks with everyone. You seriously couldn't have liked how Tina treated you so confusingly and terribly. Or how long Mateo's stupid dog quest was. Or how intense Sophia was. Or how loud the Hanks were. And don't even get him started on the fucking air fryer...
But he was forced to believe, begrudgingly, that somehow everyone just flocked to you, and somehow, you managed to be just THAT much of a suck up and cater to each objects individual personality and needs.
Ew. Reggie hated when people let others walk all over them. It was pathetic. It wasn't the least bit dramatic or entertaining. Laying down and taking it? Your self esteem must be lower than your salary.
So was the Regina Rejection really going to just lie back and let you charm every object in the damn house? No. Fucking. Way.
Skylar was probably on you. So, at first, he'd figured, he'd look for you.
Yet, every room of the house was devoid of any kind of animate life. Not a soul around who had a beating heart. He frowned. You couldn't have left, right?
No, he determined, as he found Skylar in the office, talking to another object with her back to him. He stood with his hands on his hips, eyebrows raised, unimpressed, as he waited. She was muttering something or other about a 'reset', and he caught a few mentions of your name. He peeked over her shoulder to get a glance at whomever it was Skylar was conversing with.
An odd kind of object, with glasses and tattoos, hands resting on a keyboard in front of them and a few screens floating around and behind them. Ah, the computer-- Mac, he heard Skylar utter. The conversation they were having must be about that update he'd heard them yammering about needing. They seemed to be working just fine. He'd have to yank your ear later and tell you to just leave them as is.
When Skylar finally turned her attention to Reggie, he gave her a little mocking wave, fingers wiggling.
"You must've missed me. Haven't been showing up here all too much, huh?"
Skylar smiled brightly, re-adjusting her own dateviators with a finger.
"Nope! Things are going just swimmingly, our human adores all the objects so much!"
She clasped her hands together joyfully, giving Reggie a wide grin. He eyed her, his smirk slowly morphing into a frown. Unnaturally wide, that's what her little smile was.
"Girl, relax. I just came by to ask where they were, not send you into cardiac arrest." he huffed. "I at least have to meet them."
"Oh!" Skylar chuckled, shaking her head. "No, actually, you don't! They don't ever have to worry about being rejected again, all they'll ever feel from now on is acceptance and love!"
"Barf." Reggie grumbled. "I mean- cough. Nice preaching, now, let's get to business. You know, the whole thing I said about if they don't get anyone to hate them, you introduce them to me and the--"
"Oh, no Reggie. You misunderstood me. I'm not letting you ever meet them."
Reggie's eyes suddenly flicked over to hers, narrowing as one of his eyebrows raised at the comment.
"I must've heard that wrong."
Skylar's smile was just as peppy, but Reggie could feel her eyes drilling into him. Jeez, what was up with her? He didn't remember her being this weird about everything. Had he missed something?
"Okay, I know your whole thing is 'ooo love ooo flowers oooo lalala' or some shit, but this is some of the most hippity hoppity bullshit I've ever heard. You can deny it allll you want, baby, but you know a lil' bit of hate is just what humans are all about."
"I do!" Skylar agreed, nodding along with his words. "I really can't deny that, Reggie. You're completely right."
"Of course I am. I'm hate, baby, all I am is honest and true." He ran a hand through his hair, twirling the ends around his finger as he stared at Skylar. She stared right back, unblinking, hands folded in front of her and head tilted to the side.
Ten seconds.
Thirty.
Reggie pursed his lips, shifting his weight to the side.
"So, you gonna tell me where our homeowner is?"
"There is no homeowner anymore."
Reggie's eyes widened. "What? They looked way too young to just croak-"
"No, no, Reggie." Skylar said, beaming. "As of a few weeks ago, we have a new addition to our household objects! Our lovely former homeowner decided that they loved these objects so much, and felt so loved in return, that they asked me to turn them into an object!"
Reggie paused, standing still, hand halfway through his hair. Then, he burst out laughing, tipping his head back as he nearly cackled. He wiped a tear from his eye, shaking his head as he tried to catch his breath.
"Ha...oh my god, that's even worse than the shit I hear Scandalabra yapping about. Alright, okay...whew. Okay, I'm done with that, now actually tell me."
"I am."
"Skylar, come on, you don't actually expect me to-"
"Reggie." Reggie blinked in surprise at the sudden drop in Skylar's tone. She must have noticed, though, because she hurriedly perked up again, voice returning to normal. "Reggie! I'm telling the truth. And that's not all! Soon, we'll have hundreds of humans pouring into this house, hundreds of new objects that will fill this house with so! Much! Love!"
Reggie stared at Skylar, his regular playful demeanor vanished.
"Wait-" he said, holding out a hand, holding up his pointer finger. "Waitwaitwaitwaitwait. You're telling me you've turned the homeowner into an actual object. Like, forever. And your reason for that is it's like...true fucking love?"
"Yes! Isn't it perfect? Lonely for so, so, so long, looking everywhere in the cruel world outside this door for humans who wouldn't know how they like their coffee, or what position they sleep in, or the highest note they can sing? Who wouldn't care about those simple, yet beautiful things? Every object in the house is utterly devoted to them! They'll never feel lonely or unheard or unloved ever again!"
Skylar's cheeks seemed to flush pink with excitement, her whole body buzzing as she spoke. Almost like she was swooning at the idea, the thought. Until her eyes fell upon him again and she paused.
"Oh, but...naturally, every object except you. You're a bit of a...debby downer, Reggie. You'd only ruin these beautiful relationships that they cherish so much."
Reggie wrinkled his nose. "Ruin? Me? Puh-lease. I don't ruin relationships for them, I just show up to laugh once they do! It's my whole thing, if you haven't noticed."
"I have a job too." Skylar said, folding her hands together. "My job is to ensure that they get as much love as they can. And you're the opposite of that. Plus, you clearly don't think my hard work to get them like this is anything special, so I'm asking you to just...never ever talk to them. Ever."
"Love?" Reggie repeated incredulously, staring a her like she'd grown a second head. "That's what you're calling this? Love? Listen, baby-- I'm well acquainted with love, and this ain't it. Love is gross, yeah, but that's what it is. Sappy and gross. This...whatever it is you're doing, is just fucking crazy at this point. Turning humans into objects? Hellooo? Do you even hear yourself, Ms. Specs?"
There was a long, long silence as Reggie finished speaking. Skylar didn't say a word, but her stare spoke volumes. Her smile had dropped. Her eyes remained locked on his for far too long. She walked over to him slowly, and only when she was face-to-face with him did she say something.
"Love?" She said, a snicker creeping into her tone as her gaze bore into him. "What do you know about love? You think you know anything about love? All you know is how to destroy it. I hardly even know why you're a dateable. Who could ever love something like you."
Reggie's mouth gaped, not a word passing his lips. Skylar stepped away, and turned, walking out the door without even a glance behind her. Reggie didn't know how long he stood there, but once he remembered he could move, he straightened and turned on his heel, muttering under his breath.
"Bullshit," he seethed, teeth gritting together. "Fuckin' bullshit."
